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Sunday, June 19, 2011

Today's poem by Edgar Guest

Tom, Michael, and Margaret on the ferry to Prince Edward Island, June 1994

Only A Dad

Only a dad with a tired face,Coming home from the daily race,Bringing little of gold or fameTo show how well he has played the game;But glad in his heart that his own rejoiceTo see him come and to hear his voice.Only a dad with a brood of four,One of ten million men or morePlodding along in the daily strife,Bearing the whips and the scorns of life,With never a whimper of pain or hate,For the sake of those who at home await.

Only a dad, neither rich nor proud,Merely one of the surging crowd,Toiling, striving from day to day,Facing whatever may come his way,Silent whenever the harsh condemn,And bearing it all for the love of them.

Only a dad but he gives his all,To smooth the way for his children small,Doing with courage stern and grimThe deeds that his father did for him.This is the line that for him I pen:Only a dad, but the best of men.

Nan,I shared this poem with my daughters on Sunday and they thought it was a perfect poem to share with their Dad so they used it in the card they made for him, adding a pic of him as well.Thank you for sharing...so true and so special/touching!(love the pic!!!)You are always so full of inspiration!JoanneP.S. Did you get my impulsive email sent from work with the book recommendation. I almost cried when I read that book from a Daddy to his girls...sniff, sniff!

Now that I am a grandmother, it seems that I am often late in replying to your most-appreciated comments. But I read them as soon as they come in, and I will write as soon as I can. Please do come back and check. I love these blogging conversations. A little addendum - I've just spent quite a long time catching up with dear notes you left me months ago!! I do hope you can get back to read them. And I'm trying to be much more prompt now!

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